Red Button

The most decorated, competition decimated My drive is dedicated, your drive is designated Niggas got you to the spot and then you separated Reasons for it speculated, we know how it escalated Rarely celebrated, grade eleven educated Radio is king again, Billboard got me regulated Wanna makе it fair for you, numbers that I generatеd Do right and kill everything, people knew that death awaited Taylor Swift the only nigga that I ever rated Only one could make me drop the album just a little later Rest of y'all, I treat you like you never made it Leave your label devastated Even when you pad the stats, period, I never hated Even when you stab me in the back, the vest is metal-plated Tryna see a B inside my circle like I'm gettin' graded Man, all this luggage in the lobby like I'm gettin' traded Every time you need me for a boost, I never hesitated Every time that Yeezy called a truce, he had my head inflated Thinkin' we gon' finally peace it up and get to levitatin' Realize that everything premeditated Everyone was good with me, then everyone expression faded Tickin' time bomb and they beggin' me to detonate it If I press this red button, dog, everybody Heaven Gated Press this red button, dog, and everything forever changes Word to M-Dolla, she the only one could maybe save it Should've hit you first, but, sis, you know about the shit I've taken Niggas think it's sweet, but I am not a diabetic patient No I will start blackin' over here like it's segregation I will fuckin' double-cross you niggas like it's meditation I'll give you a hard pill to swallow, this your medication I will fuckin' pop up on your ass like a revelation I could tell you better than I show you, this a demonstration I will fuckin' leave you in the dirt like some vegetation Chemicals is mixin' in my brain and killin' hesitation I will fuckin' force a few shots like a vaccination Niggas fuckin' call me up to cap, this not a graduation I will fuckin' put your ass on pause like I'm Pastor Mason I will set alarms off and cause a whole evacuation I'll fuckin'—, I'll fuckin'— I'll get to you ten years from now like procrastination I'll fuckin' find out wherever y'all are celebratin' Pull up, park my Phantom on the curb like I'm Larry David And then we'll see who's really crazy